Hi I’m not sure if you write headcanon requests but I’ve one if you do, please? - Wearing Lin’s hoodies and solid white t-shirts (or any of his t-shirts (and clothes) for that matter of fact).
If you don’t write headcanons then that’s okay! Maybe this could be an imagine errr… one-shot??
*me realising how many of my Lin fics involve my main character somehow ending up in his clothes bc I definitely have a thing about this 💀🫠🥵* oops you just fuelled something here…
so, fuck yeah, let’s do this
the first time, it’s innocent. just Lin being his ever so sweet self on a sunset walk around his park, and lending you his hoodie when you feel a sudden shiver in the early evening cold.
smooth as anything, he pulls it over his head (and you try not to look as his t-shirt rides up a little, but hell, that teasing glimpse of smooth tan skin at his hip will feed into your fantasies for a while yet) and he offers you the hoodie, no questions asked.
when you slip into it, it’s far from a perfect fit - but it feels perfect only because it’s his.
the soft fleece envelopes you in his warmth and his clean, delicate scent still clings to the fabric - and suddenly the temperature outside no longer matters.
“better?” he teases, admiring how cute it is on you.
“better,” you affirm, glancing coyly up at him.
he catches you blushing and all he can do is smile, as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and drops a tender kiss to your forehead.
you never did return that hoodie to him. but Lin gets this cute, smug little smirk on his face when he sees you wearing it again, and he never asks for it back.
but later in your relationship, you end up crashing at his apartment more often than not, the two of you build a routine of falling asleep in a tangle of bare limbs and bedsheets - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
at some point you’d best save yourself the walk of shame and leave some spare clothes in his wardrobe instead of stealing all of his, but for now…
you locate your jeans on the floor of his bedroom and pair them with one of his white t-shirts, a supple cotton v-neck that he’d looked downright delicious in last night… before you’d gotten him out of it.
his familiar scent and that enticing new cologne still linger on it and you never really knew it was possible to be so turned on just from wearing his clothes, but there’s something inherently sexy about it and perhaps that’s moreso his fault.
and apparently, it works both ways.
Lin glances up from his coffee as you emerge from his bedroom, and his pretty brown eyes darken when he notices.
they’re intense. lusting. hungry.
slowly sets his cup down on the table, bites his lip and rises to his feet.
he strides across the room to you, your gaze fixed on him all the way.
once he’s close enough, he slowly places a hand on your hip
he’s delicate, careful, and you feel the heat of his palm through the thin cotton…
until he roughly grabs the fabric in a fist, hooks a finger into the belt loop on your jeans to pull you another step towards him, and you place your palms flat against his bare chest as he gazes down at you, lips parted, pure heat and desire.
“keep it on,” he whispers, dipping his head to meet your waiting lips.
(this might’ve turned into a mini fic tho I’m so sorry 😅)
visual refs for his super soft hoodie & the white v-neck tee: